I was in the hairdressers undergoing the “going back to school” taming routine of hair cut and waxing, when an old man came in for a haircut, also.
After a few minutes the hairdresser cutting his hair made the comment, “Your hair has a mind of its own, doesn’t it?”
“What?” he asked, “Oranges? What the hell would I want with oranges?”
I was going to suggest he make orangeade, but feared where that conversation might lead us!